The Revolution

Record everything you ever do in every spectrum you can. Turn the results over to a company you retain a minimum of two thirds majority share in at all times.Incorporate as a personal data company (might want to tack on holding, if you’re ambitious) and consolidate all data pertinent to the pdc’s charge(you) into one continuous data resource. Sign over rights to image and likeness rights, make them stewards of every data angle there is (medical, financial, you name it). Their mission statement is to create profit from the data and content they can pull off your Lifestream within limits set to protect the integrity of whatever image you wish to maintain (this can progress into them acting as your agent in whatever field you choose and brokering your time).

At this point every need you have is a tax deductible business expense, as you are the primary asset of the company. Your wants follow suit if you create content through their fulfillment, from unboxings to porn. Your likeness, image and data form a unique corporate resource, and any untoward meddling with them will threaten to bring down corporate espionage charges. You are now virtually impervious to false accusations, your original ideas and creations are much more difficult for others to claim as their own, and any activity you engage in can garner additional profit through simultaneous content creation, even activities already geared around profit. All through this the value of the consolidated Lifestream data grows.

When enough people each have one of these, you can amalgamate into a megacorp. What’s not to like about being a megacorp? Human Resource lobby groups to achieve our collective political will in the short term, returning power to the people by making each the focus of a corporation and then overpowering the interests that distract government from the will of its populace.

Simultaneously you found a Lifestreamer’s Guild, knitting the charges themselves more tightly to each other and allowing them to begin developing civil technologies based on a Lifestreaming populace and helping each other maximize the output of their pdcs. While there will be competition on the content creation side, an interesting aspect of this idea is that pdcs with different charges existing increase the potential value of each others’ data by adding context, and thus this market could remain cooperative instead of competitive for the producers.

This system might be what we need to prepare for rapid automation, as it fills a perceived need for default income through data brokering, with profits possible to magnify considerably through content. It’s also a Singularity accelerator as information that was going to waste can be collected, cross indexed and parsed at leisure, allowing data treatments that weren’t yet conceived at the time of a given event to be brought to bear on that event regardless.

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Whistlin’ Bridge

There are those who say time’s steady march

As written on the marble arch

Should dictate every footstep with one drum

Persuasion’s not their strongest suit

and no one’s calling them astute

The price you pay for always being glum


Now this round we’ve been dealt a card

That’s furrowing their brows real hard

They bid when dealt a hand they should have dumped

In four years’ time they’ll try again

To fool us into “Let’s Pretend”

But ’til that time, their every card is Trumped


There they are out on the hill

with their wagons circled still

Screaming epithets at those who dare to stand

But a life spent on your knees

Isn’t freedom, wisdom sees

That it’s time to take your feet and lend a hand


As we rise to this new challenge, many naysayers abound

If they don’t bleed stars and stripes, well then I don’t want them around

This Northern Son’s removed by generations, fair and true

But when a tyrant cuts me, I still bleed red, white and blue.



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Mirror Notes (New Text Addendum)

A- on-ramp

B- reactive








J-Corrective/Recursive. Ok there is a hole here.





O-Colloquially? God. Atheists, if you need to use something else, Totality should work.



R-Dividend, byproduct.









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It was bound to happen

I have to see if this burgeoning field can fund itself. Come on over if you’d care to, I’ll need all the help I can get.

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A Conversation With A Friend

Thank you for following me… no idea why someone like YOU would… please, won’t you go and do something USEFUL now
20h 20 hours ago
lmao! I’m trying but I can’t seem to get fixed. I think that’s part of it.
Also, grain of salt please. I’m just some crazy guy who thinks this shit until I pull it off.
plausible deniability and all that. It’s a great system. lmao
seriously though I have a lawsuit going over the accident that brain damaged me, and when that pays off, yeah, imma start on the interface.
Also a doc two days ago mentioned a stem cell treatment possiblity once I undergo CBT and maybe neurotherapy so imma be professor X one day
A Jackass In Rags
even if I’m wrong about the other stuff lol
20h 20 hours ago
I’ll admit it feels good to have someone straight up believe in it though lol but it’s a bad idea all in all. Skepticism should rule.
Theres a false prophet too after all right? I could just be a pun on him. That’d be pretty funny.
A Jackass In Rags
if he’s only so effective cos he tricked himself I mean
20h 20 hours ago
i am STILL trying to decide whether you are INSANE or a GENIUS or both… lovin’ it 😀
20h 20 hours ago
yeah I waffle myself frankly. Usually while laughing through tears.
The freakiest part? Douglas Adams’ take on the infinite perspective matrix and Zaphod going to his own world to experience it? Lines up.
And the punnery on Davidic lineage lines up with the jokes about a condom and a time machine.
all my favorite authors seem to me like they been pumping me with answers for the final.
Asimov, Herbert, Card and Adams mostly.
Oh and of course David Eddings. The Belgarion/Rivan King parallels are creepy af too.
A Jackass In Rags
But it’s all a monomyth, right? So if I’m at the center of that I will fail to contextualize it *forever* lmao
20h 19 hours ago
YOU need2write (a BOOK 😉
this stuff is just AMAZING
20h 19 hours ago
19h 19 hours ago
A Jackass In Rags
Cheaper than all of the souls he will walk upon and all that. lol
19h 19 hours ago
19h 19 hours ago
Well the ptsd prevents it right? Best part. I need people so badly. lol
Can’t get too big for my britches. Useless alone. rofl
A Jackass In Rags
that’s what the singularly unqualified to comment bit is on my profile. In the singular, I’m a fart in the wind.
19h 19 hours ago
A Jackass In Rags
Can’t even write a book without a taskmaster, basically. Yet who can tell me what to do if I believe this? It’s just fucked.
19h 19 hours ago
you are bursting with sci-fi-esque MARVELOSITY you need2share with OTHERS
why not just paste these things on your BLOG (for starters)
the cool thing about the Internet is you never know who will find it
just keep WRITING and they will come
…and keep on at it on Twitter2
19h 19 hours ago
lol s’why I just opened the channel. One of the big things I need to do I think is live right into digital history.
as soon as I can afford to sacrifice privacy, I want to.
Brain research alone I could be such a boon to even if insane
and if I’m even remotely right about the alphabet, man…. yeah, we want me on film. lol
and slowly but surely that sort of external conscience could help me develop into who I’m trying to be, maybe. Just maybe.
A Jackass In Rags
cos I don’t pretend to be perfect, but I’m sure as shit trying to be great.
19h 19 hours ago
everything you are writing here could/ should go on your BLOG
19h 19 hours ago
19h 19 hours ago
A Jackass In Rags
haha thanks, you’re probably right, I should put more on there.
19h 19 hours ago … another of my motivator songs. There are a lot of people out there talking about this guy even today. lol
gearing up to start a youtube channel around all this actually, guessing you want a link to my first vid? lol
started a new email for it, Thought it humorously descriptive.
A Jackass In Rags
though I may do a rabbit instead of a youtube, just learned about that today and will check viability prolly tomorrow.
19h 19 hours ago
it’s funny that Alexisonfire and Leonard Cohen are both out of Montreal, cos I grew up there and moved to Van just late last year.
A Jackass In Rags
and Hallelujah has my name allllll over it in my ears lol
19h 19 hours ago
A Jackass In Rags baffled was right. lol
19h 19 hours ago
Have you tried out the orbs yet? I really hope you can read the system, no one ever can. lol
Guy who built it with me was named David Daniel Thomas, Thomas meaning mirror, Daniel meaning God’s Chosen. Then he went nuts too. lol
I saw it all as the philosophy of the line being expressed, lasers and mirrors on a mental landscape.
Yes, we were on a *lot* of weed. lol
but I traced the contours of my mind in the reflection I saw through his eyes, kinda.
cos I had to be sure I wasn’t the worst possible kind of monster in my own eyes
and it turns out, that *reall* pleased God. lol
or my benefactor, or my subsonscious, wherever you wanna go with it.
to me, God. though the rift is tended by something less now, standardly. I can feel a difference. An angel is posted.
A Jackass In Rags
God will show up for the big convos but I bitch up the telephone constantly so he had to delegate I guess. lol
19h 19 hours ago
One last thing before I stop talking your ear off. Love is a name taken from Lufu, a half erased historical figure. That may figure too.
He may be the etymological origin for Lancelot and Lucifer. The timing really seems right. To my crazy ass, at least.
I know we’re getting into third order conspiracy theory shit but I’m not even sure it IS mortal conspiracy. We may all be in the dark.
I may be the goddamned one eyed man. lol
A Jackass In Rags
Anyhoo, have a great night, day,or whatever it is in your parts.
19h 18 hours ago
i am in Toronto… i am not sure i know what the “orbs” even ARE
3h 3 hours ago
psychological circuit diagrams based on the philosophy of the line as approached in the anglophone paradigm
ie left to right top to bottom, hieroglyphic approach to individual sigils.
words are constructed in the mind so you decontruct them as they hit the eye, spiraling out from center.
you’re seem those jumbled passages you can still read, those were my clue there. End definitions are what counts most if the rest is all thr
But there’s a binary pairing within that too that screw the time again
so you end up going start point, outer pair, inner pair, etc until you’re done
so sword comes out “whole cycle; redirect broken cycle; choice result”.
and David is “hand: broken cycle mirrored; ladder mastery”
I use mirrored for doubling cos that reflects the reaction most clearly
I think this is psychological science a computer can interface with, is the long and short.
verr rough draft but that’s the essence of it. The programming language we build the Heaven interface with.
A Jackass In Rags
I’ve drawn S’word from S’tone, if I may. ;^)
3h 2 hours ago
A Jackass In Rags
but realistically the joke’s on me cos the only one getting Kinged is English. lol Still, I’m fine with that. I do love my language.
3h 2 hours ago
A Jackass In Rags
Even the looseleaf paper format plays to this philoso-system. Margins are birth and death, the successive lines generations.S’real funny tme
2h 2 hours ago
lol shit I’m probably right up against where thought is inspired by genetic code and unable to express it outside language huh… kek
A Jackass In Rags
you’re in T.O. you say? Hey if you find anyone who wants to fund a six million dollar man esque project I’d love to be fixed up right lol
A Jackass In Rags
You ok with me just reprinting the conversation verbatim to the wordpress? Seems like the best of all possible formats funnily enough.
Direct message text

(Rereading it, imma just take implied consent. Hope that’s cool pal.)

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Oil Can

Soiled shreds turn firm like leather

Petrify to living stone

Carved in three and scattered cruelly

Pedestal long overgrown

Fading red, to  rust, to black

The only evidence a stain

To mark the place where it should rest

And sound the deafening refrain

Hulk of tin with clockwork organs

Standing as an empty cage

hoping yet someday the dawn might find its

heart united with its stage.

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Old Stuff

Just remembered an old poetry blog of mine, figured I’d share it, what with the gushing praise coming my way. I’m no rock.

Of course, I haven’t reread in a while, maybe I sucked.

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“The FUCK are you waiting for?!?!”

Seems to me quite a few people would respond to my situation with an exclamation along these lines if they could get the balls up to say it. I’ll take this opportunity to answer what I feel is a charge leveled at me on all fronts.

You see, it’s a matter of motivation. I’m 34 years old, and a brain damaged virgin who doesn’t even come close to filling out the bottom level of Maslow’s pyramid. My executive function is shot, so while I respond well enough to stimuli, actuating *anything* on an initiative level just isn’t a factor. Can’t do it. Missing the hardware.

Yes, engineering Heaven is mostly a responsive job. Yes, I absolutely could do that job with the think-meat I’m left with. Hell, I’d arguably be better for the job now than ever before. It’s pretty much just sussing out what we’ve been saying for some six thousand odd years and establishing the vertices upon which it can all rest. I feel like a monkey could do my job, which is good, because *I’m* expected to.

Now… let’s say I get started tomorrow, and a week before my 97th birthday I cut the ribbon to Heaven 2.0. I’ve solved mortality, we’ve solved scarcity, it’s just generally a good thing to be people at this point.

Are you gonna *let* me change at that point?

I’m pretty much the museum piece of museum pieces. I’m the Golem of Prague. You suddenly gonna let me become a real boy? My fucking ass you will. You’ll keep your beloved eunuch in exactly the state he was useful to you in. I won’t even belong to myself as much as I do now. It’ll be Hell.

Plus, I’ll have just solved mortality, so you’ll make me suffer this forever.

Does my reticence make a bit of sense now? lmao.

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Lines Of Reasoning

For those few versant in the conjecture, I will delineate the conceptual pedigree that jumps out at me. Perhaps then my apparent monomania will make more sense.

I am named for my paternal grandfather, who was named for his not too distant ancestor David Purchase, son of Absalom Purchase, a stranger on the Rock.

I was largely raised by a single parent with a self-centered adversarial approach. That parent was my mother, Christine Love.

The first post in this blog delineates a third dimension for a circular system of 26 symbols. English interpretations of Revelations mention a remarkably similar phenomenon, especially if one allows for mistranslation. I was not consciously aware of Revelations’ specifics when I formed this system in an apparent shared psychosis with a friend I was employing as a psychological mirror. That friend’s name is David Daniel Thomas.

An accident at age 18 damaged my left frontal lobe (somewhat detaching, but not deflating, ego processes) and right temporal lobe (gradual transformation from full fledged atheist to personally conversant with Divine entity).

I have a forehead stitch scar, a left wrist scar and a right leg scar in annoyingly coincidental places.

I have had far and away more close brushes with mortality than anyone I know. I could be a Final Destination protagonist by any measure.

From here my points degenerate into the speculation of science fiction writers, so I’ll relent for the time being. I think I’ve made my point.


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My #GamerGate Story

(Reposted with permission from )

You know the kind of guy you see walking down the alley? His eyes scan you momentarily, the only facial feature responding in any way to its environment? The kind of guy you stand a bit taller in the face of despite his slouch, to show the woman you’re walking with there’s a protector on the scene? Well, if you stopped and took the time to get to know me…

…you’d have even less answers than before.

I was born David Stanley Carr, and I’ll seek no amendment to that. A handle is made for the handler, not the case. It is my interpretation that any identity dependent on acceptance is an affectation. We are who we are.

My earliest memories pretty much all revolve around video games or pop culture in some respect or another. The very earliest I refer to as my “chipmunk dream”, where Chip and Dale say goodbye to a departing friend they’ll never see again. I arose wailing in my crib, inconsolable. My grandparents were absolutely bewildered.

Then one of the first things that jump out is playing Zaxxon at my pseudo-cousin Melanie’s. I was so enamored of video gaming that my mother got me a pinball machine for my next birthday, as in her eyes at the time they were essentially the same thing. I was very excited initially, but I think mom was disappointed at the quick drop off in play. Then one night while she and her beau dragged me to a dinner party, I discovered The Legend of Zelda in their friend’s basement, which was a fair approximation of a dungeon to my young mind. A perfect moment? Yeah, nearly.

I got my own first console as a distraction from my stepfather when my mother had an aneurysm. I was all of 5, and of course completely bewildered. I was plunked down before a flickering screen and told to go to town on the first Super Mario brothers game, for the 8 bit Nintendo Entertainment System. While I don’t recall connecting to the story in any particular way that first day, the improvement through repetition somehow functioned as its own reward until I could. The library began to grow.

The game changer, for me, was Chrono Trigger. I hooked my stereo up to my tv, and showed it off to mom and the next stepdad, touting video game music as better than most pop of the day. I’m relatively sure the SNES was a Christmas gift, but those years aren’t recalled as clearly as the previous. Emotional content plays a large part.

Eventually my mother’s relationship with that guy went stale, and she decided to leave me with him. Predictably enough I was on the street not too long after that.

I made friends with a down and out couple named Tracy and Brian, some of the sweetest people I’ve ever known. They took me in, offered me a base from which to start rebuilding. Dad financed a shot at Herzing Institute of Computer Programming, and I was one question shy of acing the entrance exam.

A few weeks later I got hit by the taxi.

A knock on the door distracted me and Tracy from some discussion or other one fateful night. A friendly stranger told us that Brian had tried to slide down the banister at the 24 hour grocery story and broken his leg pretty badly. They kindly gave us a lift over, Tracy got in the ambulance with him, and I started walking to the hospital. I was obviously distracted. I didn’t make it.

I awoke to a catheter, breathing tubes, whole nine. I tried to yank the catheter. Note in case it ever comes up; *DO NOT DO THAT*.

24 hour coma. Two skull cracks. Two lesions on the brain, left frontal. Shattered sinuses. I was months in just basic recovery, first at my mother’s apartment, then back at the house she’d initially left me at. My province of Quebec pays out somewhat to victims of road trauma without resorting to litigation; my first cheque brought a PS1, and Gran Turismo. Only real racing game I could ever stomach, and I only half-jokingly credit being half-brained when I “met” it. It got me through the first stage, until I could read with some basic cadence again. Then I think FF7 grabbed my attention and didn’t let go. Wow. What a game.

I financed an apartment for myself and three gamer friends upon leaving mom’s. We rolled dice, we gathered around the console… Hell, we’d go out and LARP werewolf if the mood was right. Of course there were other activities we engaged in that I give partial credit to for my level of recovery, but this is a story about gaming, and gaming gets a large slice too.

The doctors had missed two very important things; a contrecoup injury to my right temporal lobe (which in hindsight must have been the source of my seizure while in the coma, and the two I experienced subsequently) and some rather severe post traumatic stress. Wasn’t the first time I’d been thrown by a big metal bull; Christmas Eve 1992 my whole family got hit by a drunk driver while we took a second sleigh ride around the block, minutes from midnight.

I did some time around 2001 or so, for having been busted with 1900 marijuana plants, of which I think 1200 survived til the trial. If they hadn’t transferred me to the easy going wing with the N64 I don’t think I’d have survived until my appeal came through, two and a half months into a sixteen (?) month sentence.

In the intervening years my mind has changed significantly, to the point that at least four psychotic periods can be identified. The centrally affected mechanic, my going from staunch 18 year old atheist to being personally tapped in my own experience, is not in the large an easy or enjoyable process. I’m the third David down from a stranger who showed up in Newfoundland by the name of Absolom Purchase, as best I can reconstruct. The pun on my distaff line is even cruder. While I cannot deny my perceptions… what exactly am I supposed to do about that? I keep playing. I stay distracted. I try not to think about it, unless I’m so high the honor seems more profound than the burden is heavy, and considering the state of the world today? There’s not enough weed in it.

Game stories held my fading attention. Game mechanics exercised my traumatized brain. Games damned near resurrected me. All my friends, I connect to through games. And do you know why I’m not out there forcing MY agenda down YOUR throat?

The sprites WANT my help. That’s why.

(PS; Patent US#6630507. Tell your friends.)

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